Fast Girls Are True (Panty Droppers)

by LeMar, Tigra-Luna

  “Thank you,” she whispered, squeezing him. “Thank you.”

  “I take it you like it?” His voice was soft.

  “Like it? Are you kidding? This is one of the nicest things someone has ever done for me! I’ve never had a brand new suit before. All my suits were someone else’s and my best friend Maggie would adjust them to fit my body for me.”

  “Wanna model it for me?”

  Jonica stepped back and without even thinking she nodded. Kenny removed the suit from the hanger and led her to a dressing room. She quickly slipped from her clothes and into the suit. She was shocked that it fit her perfectly. It wasn’t loose and dangerous for her anymore—loose clothes could get caught in things while she rode and that could throw off her balance. There were no mirrors in the room so she smoothed her hands over her hips before zipping the suit up. Pulling her braids out the back, she exited the room and walked almost timidly to where Derrick was in deep conversation with Kenny.

  “She’s back.” Kenny pointed and Derrick spun around.

  He said nothing, but his eyes changed from a deep blue to molten steel. She shivered feeling like the sexiest being on the planet. She wanted to hear him say it.

  “So?”

  “Damn girl.” Derrick breathed stepping forward. He opened his lips to speak, but as though his words escaped him, he closed his mouth and shook his head.

  She smiled at him being speechless. She did a runway walk away from him, struck a pose before turning to look at him. He was smiling at her—like a wolf would his next meal. She giggled.

  Chapter Four

  Derrick watched her intently as she sipped from her glass and placed it back on the table. She laid her napkin in her lap and picked up her fork. Lunch with her, after seeing her in that suit, was beginning to feel like a horrible idea. It was getting harder and harder to keep his hands off her so he pressed them in his lap.

  “You knew my size.” Her voice broke through his struggle.

  He smiled. “I did my research.”

  “Really now? How so?”

  “I stared at your body,” he admitted, knowing it would only offend her should he lie. “I took in your shape, your height and made an educated guess.”

  “You stared eh.”

  She was smirking at him and Derrick felt the urge to tease her. “Oh yes. I’m a man who appreciates a sexy woman—one with curves.”

  Her gaze fell instantly to her salad.

  “Trust me, Derrick. I am no woman. Ask any of the guys around the track.”

  “I wouldn’t take their words to the bank, Jonny. I mean those guys were dropped on their heads one too many times. They’re too focused on being beaten by a girl they can’t really see you as a woman. I can—and if we’re being honest here I have to admit, I like what I see.”

  She stared at him, “I’m a business, remember?”

  “I remember—but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate you as a breathing, sensual woman.”

  “Sensual?” She chuckled. “You don’t know anything about my sexual habits.”

  “No—well I hope you’ll allow me to disprove that.”

  “And how do you suggest you do that?” She lifted her fork, covered with lettuce, to her lips. He watched, as her lips opened, accepted the fork and closed over it. His dick twitched envious of the fork.

  “I’ll tell you what I think and you can agree or disagree, simple, no?”

  She nodded after a while of reading him and Derrick smiled. He picked up his fork and lifted a shrimp to his lips. He chewed, thinking of how to word what he was about to say without getting a face full of wine.

  “All right,” he finally spoke. “You are a lady in the streets, Jonny. But when it comes to the bedroom, well you’re always in control. Your breasts are real so you love to have them sucked. You like having your nipples nibbled on—you like to be licked—and I don’t mean just a kiss. I mean, lay back, spread open and licked—eaten until you don’t know if you’re cuming or going. I think you like telling your man what you want; how hard, how soft, how tender. I can see you hovering on top, riding him like a pro.”

  Her fork clattered from her fingers and he smiled before returning his attention to his plate.

  “I-I see.”

  Derrick smiled. “But I’m not a submissive, Jonny. And if we were in a different world, I would take great pleasure in letting you feel what it’s like to have your control taken away.”

  “But we’re not in a different world—”

  “No.”

  “And you’re my boss.”

  “Yes. So am I right? Am I even close?”

  “I’m not telling.”

  Derrick growled lowly at her. “That wasn’t the deal.” He managed a smile. He was so hard, and now glad the table was in the way. Sitting down had become a giant chore. He could see it in her eyes; she enjoyed what he was saying to her. The way her tongue flowed over her dark lips, her eyes deepened and her breathing changed—told him he was right on, but he wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to hear her say yes in that breathy voice he knew she would get if he spread her open like molten chocolate and released his tongue. He didn’t push the issue; he saw it made her uncomfortable. Instead, and to give himself some release, he changed the subject.

  “So, tell me a little about yourself.”

  “You’re changing the subject.” She tilted her head. “Did it turn you on or did you get bored?”

  He chuckled. “You weren’t comfortable.”

  “You’re right. I should honor my deal with you.” She placed her napkin on the table and leaned closer. “And you’re right. I love to be in control. I love to have my man cuffed to my bed, helpless, while I do things to him he has no control over.”

  * * * *

  Jonica had no idea where that bravery came from. But the dare she saw in Derrick’s eyes couldn’t go ignored.

  “Ever wonder what it would be like for you to be helpless?”

  “No.”

  “No—making love isn’t racing, Jonny. Control should be given and taken when the time is right. Mutual control, submission and domination—isn’t that how it is supposed to be?”

  “I wouldn’t enjoy that.” Jonica shrugged.

  “That’s because you wouldn’t be with the right man—”

  Jonica left the conversation there. After lunch he dropped her back at her car, but couldn’t stop thinking about what he said about mutual submission and domination. She wasn’t into whips and chains, but she loved the feeling knowing she was on top of everything that happened. Perhaps it was from her past—somewhere along those years she developed a control issue. But would it be so horrible to just give in to her deeper desires and allow Derrick to spread her open and lick her? Those were his words and they sent her body into overdrive. It would be even better if he was tied up and she was sitting on his—a horn blared behind her and she looked up to see the light changed to green. Waving an apology at the person behind her, she continued on her way a little shaken and a lot aroused.

  I’m a good girl. Good girls don’t sleep with someone just to see what it would be like.

  “Damn it,” she swore.

  Her mind was mocking her again and she hated when that happened. Whenever she gave in to her darker desires, regret was the end result. Was that her conscience talking? Taking a deep breath Jonica glanced into her mirrors, slid her signal on and switched lanes and made a left turn. She pulled up before Fire Ants and hurried inside.

  “Magz!” she called stepping out of the elevator.

  “Hey, lady!” Maggie greeted her. “Lacy, hold my calls, would you?”

  “Sure thing, boss.” The woman smiled waving at Jonica who returned her greeting.

  Jonica walked into the office with her best friend and after the door was closed she sat down. Crossing her legs she stared at her friend. “I have control issues, Magz.”

  “I knew that already—what’s wrong?”

  “I went to lunch today with my sponsor,” Jonic
a explained. “And we got to talking. One thing led to another and we were talking about me in bed.”

  Maggie blinked blankly. “Say what now? Why would you be talking about you in bed during a business lunch?”

  “He got my suit made without measuring me. I asked how he knew my size and he said he stared at my body—the way he said it just made me blurt certain things out before I could stop myself. The way he was talking—” Jonica stopped, flailed her arms, trying desperately not to think of the way his gaze turned to hot, puddles of silver.

  “O-kay, how did that lead to your control issues?”

  “Well I told him he didn’t know anything about me sexually and he asked for a chance to prove me wrong. I mean this man took one look at me and knows I love control during sex. He looked at me and knew I love to make my man give me oral and it doesn’t stop there—”

  “Ever stop to think you should be sexing him?”

  “Magz!” Jonica’s cheeks heated up.

  “Yeah, yeah he’s your boss I get it. But if he obviously turns you on so bad you might want to just think about it—right?”

  Jonica moaned helplessly. She pushed deeper into her seat and rubbed her eyes. “I’m not sure how that would end. I should at least wait until after the race, right?”

  “If that makes you sleep at nights.”

  “You’re not helping.”

  “Sorry—but you haven’t had a man in years, and those cobwebs aren’t going to just disappear, if you know what I mean.”

  “I’m pretty sure a nun would know what you mean.”

  “Look, girl. This would go a whole lot better if I knew who you were talking about here. I mean, I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

  Jonica glanced around. “You have to promise because we don’t want the media hearing about it.”

  Maggie nodded. “It’s in the vault.”

  “The vault is leaky!”

  “I promise! Just tell me already!”

  Jonica reached in to whisper Derrick’s name in Maggie’s ear.

  The woman flailed and squealed happily. “He’s a hot one! Girl, you have to jump him...before and after the race. Do you have any idea how many women have been trying to snag him?”

  “Really?”

  “Yes really. He turned them all down.”

  “Then I have as much of a chance with him as a snowball in hell!” Jonica sighed. “Anyways, I’m here to pick up the Fire Ants suit for qualifiers.”

  “I’m going to pretend I didn’t notice you switching the subject on me.” Maggie walked from the office and soon returned with a suit bag. She handed it over and sat on the edge of her desk. Jonica peered in to see the suit was red and white. She smiled and zipped the bag up once more.

  “I’m going to head home. I need to catch up on some sleep before I hit work tomorrow.”

  Giving Maggie a hug and a kiss on the cheek, Jonica was on her way once more. This time through rush hour traffic.

  Oh for fuck’s sake!

  Chapter Five

  Derrick ran himself ragged. By the time mid-night rolled around, he could barely crawl into bed. He was physically and mentally exhausted, just like he hoped. If he didn’t pass out the minute his head hit the pillow, Jonica would find her way into his dreams. He couldn’t risk waking up with a hard-on more lethal than a weapon of mass destruction.

  He succeeded, for the most part, until his telephone began ringing, jerking him awake. He grunted and reached a hand from beneath the sheet to grab it. Without opening his eyes, he groaned. “Hello?”

  “I know it’s late—”

  “Jonny?”

  “I’m sorry to call you so late, but I figured I wouldn’t be getting any sleep unless I spoke to you.”

  Derrick arched a brow. “Is everything all right?” He pushed into a sitting position with his back against the headboard.

  “Fine—I guess. I’ve been thinking about what we spoke about today and I need you to put me to bed.”

  “Put you to bed? Jonny, you will have to be more specific.”

  She went silent and for a moment Derrick thought she hung up. But her breath came to him through the phone in quick bursts. A smile played about his lips as he realized what she wanted. He wanted to hear her say it.

  “Come now, Jonny. You called me to tuck you in. You’re going to have to tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to boss me around,” Jonica admitted. “Tell me what to do. I want to try losing my control.”

  “I see—are you sure about this?”

  “I’m touching myself, Derrick—don’t you want to see?” She groaned out and Derrick pulled the sheet away from his body to see his cock answering for him. He licked his lips. The thought of dominating a dominant personality appealed to him greatly.

  “Are you naked, Jonny?”

  “No.”

  “Why aren’t you naked? If you want me to do anything to you, Jonny, you need to be naked.” His voice was stern though a smile played on his lips. “Rectify the situation.”

  He heard her bed creak so he reached down to trail a finger over his hardened cock. He couldn’t resist grabbing it in a fist and stroking while he waited.

  “I’m naked now,” she whispered.

  “Good. Now, spread your legs as wide as they can go. Can you feel the air against your pussy lips?”

  “Yes—”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl—do not touch yourself yet...I want you to lick a finger and trail it, barely skimming the skin, from beneath your chin, slowly, over one nipple, then the next. Drag it down over your belly button—now stop!”

  She gasped.

  Derrick smirked.

  “Close your eyes, Jonica.” His hands moved a little faster over his swollen dick sending a long stream of pre-cum falling against his thigh. “Now imagine your hands are restrained above your head—feel my tongue flowing, following the same line your finger just did. Feel me sucking against your nipples, biting them, licking them—can you feel it?”

  “Yes, sir,” she responded, breathy.

  “Now tell me what you want me to do to them.”

  “Hurt them—please, get them.”

  Derrick shift against the bed. “I’m biting them harder, Jonny...feel my teeth dragging against the tender flesh and just as it begins to hurt my tongue flows over it to lick the pain away. I’m dragging my mouth down, over your stomach, sucking against your belly button. Spread your legs, baby.”

  She whimpered.

  “I want to taste how wet you are. I want you to flow over my tongue, but you’re not allowed to come until I tell you.”

  “That-that’s torture...”

  “No, Jonny. It’s exactly what you asked for. Just lay back and use a finger to trail over your clit, stroke it, tease it. Tell me what you feel?”

  “I’m so wet.”

  “Good, now tell me what you want?”

  “I want your cock.”

  “Beg for it.”

  “I never beg for anything!”

  Derrick smiled. “I am in control—remember? Beg...”

  “Please, fuck me—please.”

  Derrick ran his hand over the head of his cock and his body jerked. He was close to bursting. He stroked himself to the brink over and over, and each time he felt like cuming, he released his dick and allowed his pleasure to subside. When she begged for it, he gripped the base of his penis and squeezed. “Take my cock in your hand, Jonica—put it where you want it.”

  “Derrick—” His name left her lips like a prayer.

  “Yes, baby?”

  “Deeper.”

  “As deep as you want it, Jonny.”

  Her breathing was faster and the sounds she was making made Derrick want to drive over to her house and give her the real thing. He was ready to go. He heard her bed creaking and her screaming his name.

  “Derrick, I want to cum—”

  “Do you think you deserve to? Have you been a bad enough girl, Jonn
y?”

  “Yes, sir…”

  “Hmm all right. Get on your knees, stick your ass in the air,” he ordered. “Now, I want you to reach beneath your body, and sink your fingers back into yourself.”

  “Oh yes!”

  “You are now allowed to come, Jonny. I want to hear you scream for me.”

  With great pleasure, Derrick got what he ordered. She screamed his name so loud he had to hold the phone away from his ear. He released his cock, but to his amazement, it erupted anyway, sending spurts of white liquid against his bare chest and stomach. His chest heaved, his hands went weak, but somehow he managed to hold the phone to his ear.

  “Good night, Jonny.” He managed.

  Her reply was a simple whimper.

  * * * *

  The moment she hung up and slumped on the bed, Jonica wondered if he would look at her any differently. She had to admit what he did with just his voice was more than her last boyfriend had done with his whole body. Her chest heaved and she lay there, paralyzed with pleasure. She had enjoyed it thoroughly; doing everything he ordered her and was shocked to see she loved having him take control.

  Her mind told her to roll over, but she didn’t have the energy. She lay there, on her stomach reliving his voice inside her head, telling her to call him ‘sir’ and to touch herself. She shivered uncontrollably at that, and when she finally managed to roll over, it was to finger herself once more to a powerful orgasm before falling asleep.

  When she opened her eyes the next morning, she instantly reached for the phone and dialed Derrick’s number. She had to make sure she hadn’t done something that could jeopardize her racing. She tapped her finger impatiently against the bed while waiting for him to answer.

  “Hello?” His voice was husky, sexy.

  She felt herself getting wet instantly. “Morning.”

  “Hi, Jonny, how are you feeling?”

  “Rested...are we okay—after last night I mean.”

  “We’re fine...I was going to call you this morning actually. I wanted to let you know when you want the real thing you’re welcome to come tuck me in any time.”

  Jonica laughed. “Tempting—but I don’t think I can do the fling thing. I’m not built for it.”